Page 42 of Dominate Me

“Get your hands off me,” the guy she had restrained growled.

I was frozen on my feet. She was maybe five-seven and slim, but she held him with the strength of a tiger.

As the guy shifted, trying to throw her off, Paul pushed himself through the watching crowd and a group of people behind me was shoved forward.

I was bumped, and then cold, foamy beer splashed down the front of my shirt.

“Ugh.” I stepped back and tried to get out the growing crowd. I shook my hands and turned toward our booth, throwing my hands up at my sides. “I just got a whole beer thrown on me.”

Anya’s nose wrinkled. “And your shirt isn’t exactly opaque.”

I looked down and groaned. Through my light gray shirt, you could now see the clear outline of my lacy black bra. I crossed my arms.

“Yuck. Maybe we should go,” I said.

Paul took the guy out of Gabby’s grasp and shoved him toward the front door.

“What’s the rush?” a man said from behind me. Anya’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. I had spent the week having wicked things whispered in my ear from that voice. “When the fun seems to be just getting started?”

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